One day we were hanging out and me, KG, Nate Robinson, and Glen Davis did a video in the locker room. We put on some Halloween masks, and I wore a wig with a ponytail, and we started dancing to "Hard in Da Paint" by Waka Flocka Flame. KG was wearing some kind of evil duck mask and a towel, and I'm telling ya'll, that boy has rhythm. Everyone agreed it was vintage until Nate Robinson tweeted it, and Danny Ainge turned up the volume and started listening to the lyrics. They were raunchy and they had a lot of words you shouldn't say around kids, so Nate got fined.

That might have been my fault. When we were in trainning camp I heard Danny talking to Nate and Glen Davis about tweeting. He was trying to tell them to be careful and to remember they were representing the Celtics, and the team had certain guidelines they were going to expect them to follow.

I'm listening to all this and after he's done I go up to Danny and say, "You know, everything you said is right, but you're not speaking their language." Danny is looking at me kind of funny and I said, "If you really want them to get the message you say this: 'If you are irresponsible about tweeting, I'm going to fine you twenty thousand dollars.' They'll understand that."

The next day we have a "social media" session where this expert comes in and talks to us about tweeting and YouTube and all that stuff. The expert starts giving us examples of athletes who have tweeted something and gotten themselves in a bunch of trouble. You can tell Nate and Big Baby aren't even listening. The next thing you know Doc stands up and says, "Okay let me make this clear. It will cost you twenty thousand bucks if there is profanity, nudity, or bad language. Use the F word and it's going to cost you."

I swear it must have been four or five days later that we did the video. That was a private thing, something between the guys. We had a blast doing it, but it was never intended to leave the locker room. If it hadn't, it would have been no harm, no foul. But once Nate tweeted it, that was on him. When Danny hit him with the fine, KG was saying, "Twenty thousand dollars! Fuck! That's the last video I'm doing." That kind of stuff is one of the reasons Doc never really warmed up to Nate. I wasn't surprised at all when he got traded.

my favourite part of the book was the high school championship and how shaq got his team mates to "lighten up" before the game lol

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So there we are in Austin, Texas, before the 89' state title game. The place is banged out --a new record for attendance in the 3A championship. We are playing Clarksville and everyone in the locker room is nervous except me. I'm not nervous because I know we're going to win. There's really no other option for me.

I look around at my guys and they are tight. Really tight. Every five minutes someone is running out back to go to the bathroom. So now it's my turn and I have to take a big dump. I'm cleaning myself up and I get this idea. It's definitely gross, but I think it might work. So I come back into the locker room with a tissue covered in shit. I start chasing all my teammates around the room with it. They are all screaming and howling and laughing, and all of a sudden it's time to go and they are loose. It worked.

I wanted to get off against LA. I won't lie to you. I knew I wasn't going to get a ton of shots, but I was running the court and getting open and I know I'm not the focal point of the offense but how about throwing the ball to me when I'm 4 feet away from the basket? I was ducking in, getting great position, and Doc made it clear when I was doing that to give it to me.

"Big Baby" Davis kept looking me off and taking it himself. Doc is shouting at him to go inside, but he won't. So Doc calls time-out and draws up a play for me. I go out there, and I back Andrew Bynum way under the rim. I'm loose, I'm ready. I've got Bynum underneath the basket again, Baby won't give me the ball. So I go up him and say, "If you ever miss me again I'm going to punch you in the face." I was hot.

Two nights later we're playing in Sacramento, and here we go again. I take three shots the entire game, and again I've got my man isolated underneath the basket, and Baby ignores me and takes a jump shot. So the next time in the huddle I let Big Baby have it. I tell him, "pass the fucking ball inside." He comes back at me a little bit, and now I'm really heated. All hell is breaking loose. We're going back and forth. Doc is standing there and he's not saying a word. The message was pretty clear: work this out yourselves. I tell Baby, "Your a selfish player. Everyone on this team knows it." Hey, all the fans knew it. He takes shots when he shouldn't.

I really am ticked off and I want to go off on him 100 percent, but my mother is sitting behind the bench. I start cursing Baby out, and I look-up and there's my mother wagging her finger at me so I have to stop. Baby looks stunned.

Because of the way I am, I wouldn't let it go. I was going off all week. I was mad, really mad. I worried a little bitthat no one was willing to Baby in his place. Doc did, because that kid drove him crazy, but he was the only one. Here's what really ticked me off about Big Baby: he didn't realize how much I helped him when we were on the floor together. I was such a presence on that block that whoever was guarding me didn't dare go help, because if he did I was catching it and dunking it over his head. When my guy stays with me that opens the lane up for everyone else, including Glen "Big Baby" Davis.

Baby should have remembered the game against Orlando when he was posting up Ryan Anderson. Normally Dwight Howard would come over from the weak side to help, but when Baby made his move and got past Anderson, Dwight didn't dare leave me So what happens? Glen Davis gets a layup. Your welcome, Baby.

Doc never confronted Baby on it, but a few days later, we're having a film session and there it is, on the screen, me, wide open. Doc didn't single Baby out, he just said, "When Shaq is ducking deep like this, we've got to get him the ball. He's almost unguardable in that situation." Thanks, Coach.

I actually talked to KG about Baby. I said, "Hey, you should do something about that." He said, "Why don't you just talk to him?" I said, "Hey, KG this is our last go-around. We don't have time for crap like that. I don't mean to interfere with how the big three runs things, but you got to keep that stuff in check or it will come back to bite you."

Kevin has mellowed a lot now that he's older. Me? I wouldn't let that shit ride. Of course, later on Paul reminded me that KG yelled at Baby so hard once that he sat down on the bench and cried.

In early, March some of the guys went to the Museum of Fine Arts for a fund-raiser and got to hang with President Barrack Obama. Everyone was a little bit in awe. The President turns to Ray, points at Rondo and says, "Hey Ray, why don't you teach this kid how to shoot?" Everyone starts laughing, and Ray says, "Nah, thats why he's got to give the ball to me. I'll take care of the shooting."

KG told me he saw the look on Rondo's face and the kid was devastated, embarrassed. Dissed by the president, even though I'm sure Obama didn't mean any harm. Rondo smiled and went along with all of it, but KG told me he could see it in his eyes, It bothered Rondo. It killed him.